There was no denying that occasionally that pull to the East was far too strong for Chord to ignore. He may have been a wanderer these days, constant searches for explorations and stories of his own but his family were still incredibly important to him and regular checks upon them all were somewhat necessary. Roles may have been reversed somewhat, the youngest of the litter actually being the leader in the end but that didn't mean Chord would or could ever completely abandon his duties to his family. He was loyal in his own way.
So here the young Destruction was once more, finding himself in the Eastern lands of Alacritia. He'd selected a slightly different route this time, an apparently a rather trickier one but as always in this area his destination was to reach Abaven lands, locate his siblings. He'd heard little about the pack as of late, surely no news was good news but it was still important to see them anyway, learn what they'd been up to for himself and not rely upon the twisted tales spread around the lands.
Of course, the journey was slow, normally he'd take his time for a chance to explore as he travelled though here upon the tricky rocks of Fenrir's Maw he had no choice but to be careful in his step. Chord may have had a thirst for adventure but he didn't have a death wish just yet.
